We traveled all the way from Guiyang to Kunming, Yunnan Province, where we bought some medicines and daily necessities and continued on our way. For two whole days, it was a bumpy ride.

In this era, the roads, whether provincial or national highways, are in poor road conditions, and the so-called highways, in fact, are very slow to drive. In particular, the road leaving Kunming City to the direction of the tea valley is simply the road surface of Qianxi.

Summer night and the monk alternate driving, the two of them are the most tired, but Da Kui and I can't drive. Along the way, the monk complained a lot and chattered endlessly. Because of fatigue and running, my head has been dizzy, I have not had a good sleep at all for the past two days, and I have no strength to argue with the monks.

The Tea Valley is located in the southern part of Yunnan, on the border between China and Laos. One of the branches of the Kunlun Mountains passes through here, but it is far away from the Kunlun Mountains. Tea Valley is a small remote place name here, poor and backward, named because of the abundance of tea.

I looked at the parchment map that Da Kui gave me, which depicted the tea valley and the surrounding mountains, but our final destination was the depths of the tea valley, the end of the mountains, which seemed to have crossed the border.

No matter how you look at it, this place is not a treasure of feng shui, it can be said that the terrain is barren, and the mountains have no rules. I can't figure it out, why did Master Qin establish their immortal cultivation place here, could it be that this place in the tea valley is really anything special?

At this moment, Xia Ye suddenly stopped the car, looked back at us and said, "From now on, we will have to lead the way by our feet." ”

I looked out the window and realized that we had reached the end of the road.

"Where are we now?" The monk yawned, looking unawake, squinting and looking around.

"It's still early in the tea valley, and we have to find the villagers before dark, or we have to spend the night in the deep mountains and old forests." Summer Night smiled slightly, opened the trunk neatly, and began to pack the backpack.

"According to the past, Dao Ye is really afraid of spending the night in the deep mountains and old forests." The monk followed behind Xia Ye, put his hand on Cheshan, posed as the most manly in his opinion, looked at Xia Ye, and said in a slightly deep voice: "Accompanied by a beautiful woman, this is a kind of happiness, but I don't know if Miss Xia is interested, let's find a feng shui treasure tonight and discuss it together." ”

Xia Ye raised his head and looked at the monk, his face seemed to be smiling, his eyes blinked, and after half a ring, Xia Ye turned around directly, ignoring the monk at all.

Da Kui and I looked at each other, why is this monk so thick-skinned?

Because there was no guide, we had to rely on the sheepskin map, and the main thing was that it was already getting dark, and everyone did not dare to procrastinate.

When it was completely dark, we finally found a village. It is said to be a village, but there are more than a dozen households, bustling on the mountainside. The houses are basically wooden buildings and tiled houses, and the wood is black and old.

The village is not as quiet as we imagined, the village is brightly lit at the moment, and many people gather in one house. It turned out that a wedding was being held here, and the villagers came here to help.

"Dao Ye is worried about what to eat at night, it seems that dinner has been settled." The monk looked at the brightly lit village, and his steps were noticeably faster.

In fact, we are not only tired, but even the food is sloppy along the way. Or find a restaurant on the side of the road to solve the problem of food and clothing at will, if there is no one, just make do with the water in the car.

It's a good thing to hold a wedding, chicken, duck and fish are definitely indispensable, and for outsiders, the host will also be hospitable. When I think of this, I can't help but swallow my saliva.

However, when the four of us walked in, we found that everyone here was quiet, and there was as lively as we imagined. Seeing the four of us strangers appear, the people in the dam stared at us vigilantly.

A stout farmer came up to talk to us, but he shouted for a long time, but I didn't understand a word. This should be their local dialect, I looked back at the monk and the others, and saw that the three of them were all confused.

"Yours, can you speak Mandarin?" The monk used his hands and feet together, trying to communicate.

"What age is this, you should be able to speak Mandarin, right?" I looked ahead and saw someone running into the house quickly, and I must have reported it to the master's house.

It stranges to me that all of us, young and old, are staring at us with hostile eyes. What's more, someone actually held the hoe tightly in his hand, as if he was about to start a fight if he didn't agree with each other.

"What are they doing here, taking us into the village as devils? Don't they know that China was liberated earlier? The monk looked displeased, but after communicating for a long time, the other party just didn't understand and was complaining on the side.

It took a long time for a man to come out of the house, a man of about fifty years old, with a small white beard. After the man appeared, all the villagers got out of the way. It seems that this person should be the village chief or someone with local prestige.

The man did not speak, but looked at us vigilantly like other villagers, and after a long while, he squeezed out a smile and said, "I am the head of this village, I don't know you...?"

"We are a geological mapping team from the province, and this time we are mainly responsible for the mapping of the tea valley area." Summer Night stopped the monk who wanted to speak, and spoke first, always with a polite smile on his face, but people couldn't refuse. "I want to spend a night in your place, I don't know if it's convenient."

After hearing this, the man who claimed to be the village chief could feel that his whole body was obviously relieved, what was he nervous about? I can't help but think. Immediately, the village chief's brows furrowed again, and he looked at the villagers behind him with some embarrassment.

Hearing the group of villagers chattering and discussing for a long time, I wondered, why don't you just borrow an eaves to rest for a night, such a simple thing still needs to be discussed for so long?

"Absolutely." The village chief finally agreed.

Then he enthusiastically arranged dinner for us, and the attitude before and after was simply a big change, so that the four of us were confused.

"This wedding is going on strangely." Da Kui said in a low voice after seeing that there was no one around.

"Strange?" The monk looked at Da Kui, looked around again, and stared at Da Kui inexplicably: "Why is it strange that people hold weddings." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, this family should be getting married." Da Kui Dao.

"Yin marriage!" I cried out, and Da Kui covered my mouth and told me not to shout so that others could hear.

Hidden marriage? Isn't it just about finding a mate for the dead?

There are many backward places in China where this custom exists. Locals believe that when an unmarried boy or girl dies, they should find a spouse for him, hold a yin marriage ceremony, and finally bury them together, so as not to have a lonely ghost.

If this is not the case, the ghost of the deceased will make trouble, causing restlessness in the family and unrest in the house.

Yin marriage, also known as ghost marriage, has not been extinct since ancient times. During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao's favorite son Cao Chong died at the age of thirteen, and Cao Cao hired the deceased Miss Zhen as Cao Chong's wife, and finally buried them together.

It's just that today's society is not as backward and superstitious as the feudal society, and it is difficult to find the yin ghost in China, at least, I have never seen or heard of the yin ghost held anywhere.

Now, when Da Kui says this, I will inevitably be surprised. There is a wedding going on at home, so you can't talk nonsense! But when we first arrived here, the villagers were vigilant against us, could it be...

"How do you know?" I asked Da Kui.

"No." Da Kui pouted towards the gate, and we all looked at the gate, and there were many dowries in front of the door, and I wondered why the dowry was placed outside. But when I looked closely, I found that this dowry was really rich, and there were mountains of silk quilts, gold and silver treasures, and all kinds of jewelry.

How could these villagers be so rich in this poor and remote place?

"It's normal for you to see clearly when it's dark at night." Da Kui smiled mysteriously, his smile mocking. "If you look closely, you will find that these dowries are all red paper lakes, and they are all fake."

"Papier-mâché?" When I looked at the 'dowry' in front of the door again, I did find that there were holes in many places in this so-called 'dowry', and it was not a piece of paper.

"This wedding is red and white, and white is red, and it is a red event and a white affair held together. I have been doing white things with my master for so many years, and this can still be seen. ”

When I heard this, I didn't feel good in my heart, but I didn't know what the problem was. This is someone else's business, and I have no right to ask as an outsider, probably because I think the people in this place are too feudal.

"We will not know about this, otherwise we will not be able to please good fruit to eat." The monk pondered for a long time, as if he had thought of something, frowned, and continued to eat his meal.

"Whoever eats too much will be nosy, besides, even if people hold a yin marriage, it doesn't seem to be illegal." Although I can't get used to this kind of feudalism, I can only laugh in my heart, and I won't be stupid to blame.

"Not breaking the law?" The monk glanced at me, snorted coldly, and said, "Do you think that his son and girl died, and another family just happened to have a spouse die?" Not to mention how many people are there in this remote mountain village? ”

I pondered the monk's words, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, and finally my eyes widened, staring at the monk, and just about to ask, the monk stretched out his hand to stop me. "Don't ask Daoye, this is just Daoye's speculation."

Smuggling corpses? Trafficking in corpses? Or is it trafficking in living people?